Insignificant
I am a speck On the time line Never the ace in the deck This world is not mine I live now Later I lived never To time I am forced to bow Probably forever For I am not I am the thing you forgot Said you miss me a lot I believe it not For we are temporary Perhaps even imaginary But I lust so very To imprint on the stationary Without decay I would stay But neigh I must stray
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